You emerged from the bathroom to find that Tom had been busy. Laid out on the bed was the rope and On Ice oil. You hadn't used the oil since the bathtub in Inverness, and your heart fluttered a little at the sight of it.
Tom noticed you standing in the doorway and he smirked. "Ready?"
You locked eyes and smirked back. "Always".
He had lit the candles, the dying sunset glowing through the window. You confidently walked up to him, moving to wrap your arms around him and kiss him. He held out a hand and you stopped short, wondering what he wanted to do.
"Kneel" he commanded.
You felt a tremor course through you as you knelt.
"Look at me BabyDoll"
You did. His member was semi-erect and his curls floated messily around his head. He looked down at you, reaching out to brush your hair off your face.
"Do you trust me?" he asked.
"Yes" you replied, without pause.
"Good. Try and stay still" he murmured, turning and picking up the rope.
You stayed resting on your knees as Tom began to wrap the rope around your torso, only moving your arms when instructed. When he had finished your arms were bound to your torso, wrists locked against your tailbone; the flesh of your abdomen squeezed against the crisscross of knotted rope. It enhanced your heaving chest and bit into your skin.
Satisfied with your bonds he crouched down and took your chin in his hand, eyes boring into yours. He kissed you, his tongue pinning yours down, lips melting into one another. You whimpered a little and he smiled against your mouth.
"You're such a good girl" he whispered in your ear, your flesh tingling. "You're going to be screaming my name before the night is done"
"Yes Daddy" you whispered, voice trembling.
Tom placed his lips against your neck, slowly and precisely trailing them along your jaw to your other ear, where he nibbled on your lobe. You arched your back a little and clenched your core; you wanted those hands of his on you.
Tom must have read your thoughts because he moved one hand to your hip as the other went straight for your folds. He drew his fingers along your opening, his other hand holding you steady. You cried out as his fingers set you alight and you sought out his lips hungrily. He met your mouth and your lips moved against each other, tongues swirling as his fingers slipped and slid within.
"Oh God" you groaned as he began to rub your sweet spot. Tom had begun to bite and suck at your neck and he chuckled into your skin at your response.
"You can call me God, if you'd like" he joked, pulling back to wink at you.
You rolled your eyes and gasped when he slipped three fingers within you.
"Careful BabyDoll. You don't want to rile me up too much". His voice was silky and low, making you clench yourself around him.
You bit your lip. "I don't know about that Sir" you replied, which earnt you a smirk.
Tom pulled away from you, keeping his fingers within your slick core. He moved to stand, pulling you up by your core, which was sopping wet and covering his hand with your juices. He led you over to the bed and pushed you down. The position was a bit uncomfortable and awkward but it arched your back off the bed and your breasts wobbled with every inhale.
He pushed your legs apart, his fingers still within, and crouched at the end of the bed. You tried to raise your head to look at him but, given the position you were in, all you could see were your breasts and the rope biting into your flesh. Tom flicked the tip of his tongue across your clit and you bucked your hips; a painful move given your position but your instinctual response was too strong.
"Bad girl" Tom growled, slipping his fingers from you and moving them to hold down your thighs. He traced his tongue around your folds and began to flick, suck and nibble at your core, alternating between that and dipping his tongue within your walls.
You were shuddering, moaning and gasping, thighs quivering and jerking against his hands. You felt your juices and Tom's saliva dribble from your core and you whimpered as he licked it up before devouring you again.
"Oh fuck - fuck - oh my g - Sir - may - I - please "
"No" he growled, interrupting your pleading and panting.
"Pleaseeee" you whined.
"No"
You groaned and began counting sheep, anything to distract you from the mounting pressure in your core. Tom continued to unravel you with his tongue and you jerked as a particular flick of his tongue nearly undid your wavering control.
"15 SHEEP!" you screeched, which caused Tom to pull away.
"Are you counting sheep?!" he asked incredulously, head peeking over your pelvis, mouth turned up into a cheeky grin.
"You. Won't. Let. Me. Come" you panted, taking the opportunity to regain some semblance of control over your primal urges.
Tom laughed at you, head thrown back on his shoulders. You scowled at him, but you were secretly pleased that this little break was giving you the recovery time you needed.
Tom got up off his knees and leant over to kiss you. He tasted like you and you swirled your tongue along his teeth and against his lips. He reached over and grabbed the bottle of oil, waggling it teasingly at you.
"Told you you'd be begging" he smirked.
You didn't say anything, just watched as he squirted the oil onto his hand. He rubbed his oily hand along his now erect member before coating your already soaked core with the remaining oil. The familiar sensation began to burn its way through you, and you groaned.
Tom rubbed himself along your entrance, slowly, every brush over your sweet spot causing you to jerk and gasp. Before he slipped within he took hold of your legs, hands under your knees, pushing them back onto the bed. Your hands were numb but you didn't care.
He entered you slowly, deliberately, lower lip between his teeth, brow furrowed with effort. He slid all the way in until his member hit your cervix and you sighed as the burning within your core smouldered and ached.
As he thrust in and out of you, you looked up at him, eyes half rolled back into your skull from the pleasure. He kept your knees pinned to the bed and occasionally paused to lean down and bite at your flesh that squeezed through the rope. Your nipples were stiff and sensitive when his tongue found them and you shuddered and writhed as much as was possible. He stood upright and resumed slamming into you, every inward thrust burning and every outward pull stretching you.
"May - I - please - come?" you whimpered through your teeth as Tom continued to fuck you.
"No" he growled. His grip on your thighs was deathly tight, fingers painfully digging into your flesh.
You growled and bit your lip, trying to count sheep again. It wasn't working, every time you reached five sheep Tom would slam into you with unrestrained force and you cried out.
"PLEASE!"
"NO!" he shouted, and you heard the strain of tension in his voice.
You opened your eyes, which you'd been keeping shut tight. The veins of his forearms were prominent against his skin, which was slick with sweat. His lip was stuck permanently between his teeth, his jaw clenching and unclenching with every thrust. His brow was furrowed; he didn't look like he was concentrating, he looked like he was furious.
There was no sign of your Tom here.
"Tom" you whispered. He looked at you and stopped, chest heaving from his exertions. "Ooh" you humphed, your knees still pinned to the bed by his hands. Your core continued to burn and ache, yearning for your high.
"Sorry love" he panted. "Got *breath* carried away" he murmured.
"It's okay, it's okay" you murmured back, wanting to wrap your arms around him, wrap him up in your embrace.
"Are you sure?" he asked, doubt suddenly clouding his features.
You smiled at him coyly. "Yes. Now, flip me over and fuck me Daddy!".
Your handsome man smirked and leaned down to kiss you. "As you wish BabyDoll" he murmured against your lips.
He let go of your knees, letting them fall down against the edge of the bed, before rolling you onto your stomach. Using the rope for assistance, he lifted you and shifted you up the bed, settling you into a kneeling position, your ass up in the air.
He crawled up onto the bed behind you, taking his time to kiss and nibble at your flesh before sliding within your walls again. The burning sensation grew and you groaned as he found his rhythm, his hands clinging to your hips.
"Oh yes BabyDoll, so relaxed for me" he groaned as he watched the flesh of your thighs and ass jiggle with every move. His hands roamed from your hips to smack your ass, the crack reverberating in the walls. His right hand creeped around your hips to find your sweet spot and he began to rub it with zeal, residual oil burning your hyper sensitive nub.
You moaned into the bedsheets, nails digging into your palms, as Tom rapidly undid your control.
"You gonna come for me Baby?" he grunted, his fingers rubbing you faster and faster.
"Mhm" you whimpered.
"Good girl BabyDoll, come for Daddy" he cooed and with a whimper and a groan you came, pulsing around his engorged member. "Oh fuck" he hissed as he exploded within you, shuddering through his high until he collapsed on top of you.
There you stayed, stuck together, panting and sighing until, with a final shiver, he pulled himself off of you and began to undo the rope.
"I love you Y/N" he sighed, finally undoing the last knot and freeing you from your bound state.
With a sigh you rolled onto your back and reached out to him, pulling him down to rest his head against your chest, bodies still slick with sweat. You pushed his sweaty curls away from his forehead and traced circles on the back of his neck.
"I love you too Tom".
He lifted his head to look at you, memorising your face. He pulled himself up and kissed you before resting his head back on your chest.
The sun had set completely now and the only light in the room was from the low burning candles. You could hear Tessa snuffling at the door. Tom sighed and propped himself up; he looked a combination of complete bliss and exhaustion. You chuckled at him.
"Come on stud, we'll feed Tessa and ourselves then fall asleep on the couch watching whatever crap is on TV"
He rested his chin on your ribs and smiled at you. "Sounds like heaven on earth, babe"
You smiled, brushing a stray curl out of his face. "You dork"
He smiled. "Your dork"